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But it was for no avail. The Shaking Kings came. The Shaking Kings paused. The Shakings Kings sung. The Shaking Kings stamped But as it fell, there was a sudden rush. A rush of Wind, a great gust of Wind, that blew from the East behind where the Gates had stood And the Wind blew fiercely over the Shaking Kings, and strange dusty crusts, just as metal rusts, suddenly patched and covered the Shaking Kings' stone armour.

And the Kings fled in pandemonium. Where sharp axe or keep arrow could not even stir them, the howling wind of the East had sent them into an unbridled panic. They no longer stood, so stern, so calm, so unopposable, but instead in the most chaotic of fashions possible they ran all ways, forgetting their warriors' pride, forgetting their battles and simply sought by all means to escape the East Wind.

But as the Gates stood no more-and the mountains also-the wind had free reign to follow the Kings to every corner of the land that had been known as the Hard Mountains. Page Try as they might, the wind caught up to every single one of them, rusting their stone armour and petrifying them in place This is how the wind overcame the Shaking Kings.

This was long ago. Now the wind blows and whispers everywhere in the Steppes. The Shaking Kings? The wind of the Steppes defaced them long ago What remains of them are large, stalwart stones that stand on the forlorn plains and hills.

The ones that have forgotten only call them the stones of the Steppes. The Stones of the Whispering Steppes. It was a village, as you might imagine any other might be like: blooming and breathing of small country life Lightning ripped through the sky, and the wind howled as the Blood Brotherhood raided and pillaged the town.

By the time the Knights of Lavan arrived, nothing remained of the village save for a smouldering, desiccated scenes of death and destruction, for the Blood Brotherhood spoke to their dark masters only through cries of the innocent and split blood. By the houses and window sills, the dead decorated the streets just as had the flowers only the morning before.

Page 2 All but two children had died. One, a sickly, pale-skinned boy with disheveled, black hair and russet eyes- Ephel was his name, and another a girl, who had amber eyes and yellow hair that shone like the sun: Lumina, she was thus named. Now they were companions in their unfortunate misery.

The Knights brought them to the fort town of Lavan and, out of pity, and perhaps some shame from their failed duty, took them into their own care. Within a year, Ephel and Lumina could be found dashing through the halls of the fort and playing together, never leaving each other's side. On one day, they would be in the Library, and Ephel, older and wiser, would teach Lumina the alphabet, how to read and how to write.

On another, they would be scolded by Nasim, the Knight Officer, having been caught sneaking around the Knight's training ground to play pretend fights with swords from the supply room.

Page 3 Lumina had not yet come of age before she entered the recruitment office of Knight Officer Nasim, an almost second father to her, and demanded with fierce determination to join the trainee knights while Ephel eschewed physical combat and kept to the books he loved as well as his frequent talks with the arcane masters of the fort. Ephel eventually left Lavan and traveled the country as the Chascent Mage-meaning the Avenging One-so that his name was fear to those doing ill, and comfort to those ill-used.

He was draped with a dark green cloak with black trimmed edges, and a staff of charred ash wood crowned with a dark emerald orb went with him wherever he went. But Lumina on the other hand, struggled with her training. Page 4 She had been born with a weak constitution, and the Lavan knights' style of shield and longsword was enduringly demanding to her, so much that one night in her room, she wept angrily and bitter tears as she had all but lost hope and confidence in herself.

Do not despair It hummed, one hand open before it: "Strength can come from the heart Let me show you. A long staff with a sharp blade Page 5 "This To the spear, swift and versatile, she also imbued her strikes with elemental Light like the warriors who use light-empowered abilities did: The Paladins. Yet just as she had found her way, rumour followed that the Blood Brotherhood had been spotted in the land once again.

Against warnings of Nasim, Lumina harnessed a horse and hurried off in pursuit. She came upon a fallen village, one that had suffered a similar fate to her own, and noticed the bloodshed was still fresh: by the time the Knights would come, the perpetrators would be long gone once again and free to pursue their crimes. Page 6 She rushed northeast to the edge of the Ashes-where nightmares, on some nights, would still bring her.

The woods-the ones she had been lost in more than once as a child-seemed far less welcoming than in olden days. A cold breeze snaked through the hollow ash trunks, biting her cheeks and chilling the inner lining of her armour. Out of the corner of her eye, a twinkle fled. She deftly spun sidways, slinging the edge of her spear as she went, to slice through the bloody red bolt that had been shot her way.

Out of the depths of the forest, dark shapes of human-like forms crawled forwards and surrounded Lumina-men or women, she could not tell, for the long robes obscured too much of their likenesses-like the bolt before, she could see the red death smoking from their hands. She had been cornered. Page 7 She fought valiantly to keep the onslaught at bay.

She was talented and courageous, but they were numerous and had ambushed her. A bolt grazed her left thigh and its debilitating magic robbed her leg of its strength as it did with anything else. She fell to one knee as the cloaked ones fell upon to her.

A green explosion tore through their midst and the blood robes were violently pushed back. A green mist surrounded Lumina, making her disappear in seconds. Lumina stood on her feet again, and to her side stood a man in the dark robes of a mage, with a black stub of hair on his chin, ash wood staff and a dark emerald orb.

Ephel and Lumina had been reunited again- and now together they rushed into battle. They landed blows on the bringers of red death, swift and deadly, unable to be contained so that they overwhelmed and culled them until none but their leader lay before them, wounded by one of Lumina's previous strikes.

Page 8 Solemnly, Ephel intoned: "Your following has been dealt with Your murdering spree ends here! He shoved one hand into his wound and brought it back before him crimson red. He muttered words whose very sounds were toxic to the ears and air so much so that the duo staggered back from the miasma.

A nauseating, dangerously dark energy surrounded the evil one. But Ephel mustered his physical and mental fortitude and, slinging one last emerald bolt, struck him squarely in the neck. The wretched energy dispersed and he fell with empty eyes. Page 9 But without warning, his corpse erupted in the same energy as before and large strands of it shot out, arcing, grabbing and seemingly pulling to itself the bodies of his fallen followers around him. Ephel raised his staff, intending to strike once more, but suddenly another strand, larger than the others before, rushed forth and wrapped Ephel in its grasp.

Lumina desperately caught Ephel's hand and pulled His hand was ripped out of hers and he disappeared into the mass.

There was a large bust in the clearning and Lumina was catapulted to the ground. Where the bodies had been taken and where Ephel has disappeared A long, tattered cloak of a nauseating, dark green, with traces of black trim almost extended to the ground where no feet or legs laid.

Page 10 It had the upper half of a skeleton's body, a torso with a rib cage encapsulating a dark, pulsing sphere. And it had a half-decayed face: a rotten eyeball in the right socket of its skull and an empty, hollow void lingering in the left. Her eyes watered and stung That Lich may still be reveling in its own birth I fear that he is lost. But you can yet still free his soul from the wretched body of that Lich.

Aim for the dark mass hidden away in its ribcage! That is the heart of the Lich! With boiling wrath she bolted, light gathering round her spear, while the Lich still cackled and, in one great strike, plunged her spear into what she thought be the very center of the Lich's heart. There was a great flash Page 12 And when Lumina came to, she was alone in the midst of the cold twilight of the Ashes. It is likely that the strike she dealt had connected, possibly even wounded the Lich, but it had sadly not killed it.

Several stories tell that Lumina then followed on a long quest to slay the Lich that had robbed her of her closest friend, but from my father's word, those stories stop short of telling whether she succeded in the end or not.

Whichever it is, time has remembered the wily girl paladin with gold hair and amber eyes wielding a fierce spear of Light: The Spear of Lumina. Orphan to warriorness. Light in the dark. As told by my father, Turlough the Bard, before his passing. May the Light live long and the Paladins longer. Name's Doug, Doug Digg, and in this book I'll be introducing anyone reading to the world of Dwarves a bit. Least if this book ever gets off Warlic's shelves that is The first thing to know about Dwarves is that most of us hide below ground all our lives and never leave the quality welcome of Lore's rocky crust.

Well, there's a few good reasons for that. Pages 2 and 3 For one Can you guess who's our maw? Have a guess. It ain't too hard. Whatever you might think or see in Dwarves, we're all actually born of stone Inside our da's stout body, you'll find special deposits of gemstones the kind most humans' never even seen, most made from mana.

They come in two varieties: The first one's the ones Gnomes use for their fancy machines 'cause they slowly release mana that's more stable and easier tae turn into energy or use for items I hear mages don't like to use 'em 'cept for objects because they can't shoogle lots of mana out of 'em all at once like one of those Nexus things We mostly refer tae these as dead gems: they're just stable mineral mana.

Nothin' much else to them. Pages 4 and 5 The second kind's very special to us. We call 'em bairngems since that's where our wee bairns come from.

Although you have all kinds of bairngems, there's one that comes above all the rest: Manachite, the rarest and post precious. Manachite's also referred to as the King's gem 'cause it's the bairngem from which Dwarf Kings are born. Sometimes Heroes too. How are they born you'll ask? Well, the Seers would say that way, waaay back we'd have a belter of a way to just aff and out of these gems, but you know I wouldn't be able to tell you much about that. Better to find a dusty book or have a craic with a Seer to explain that one to ya.

We love our wee bairns and the ritual's one of few all Dwarves know well and think of as pretty sacred. You'll have to wait long enough tae get real buddy-buddy with dwarves to know more about that one. So now you know: dwarves are pure magic folks, born straight out of magic gems. We live pretty long. Mana slowly eeks out of our gem over time: takes centuries for the good ones tae run dry. But you know, as long as a dwarf stays well within Da's body, they'll be close enough to Mawmaw for their gems tae fill right up!

That's right. Our Maw's the Mana Core. Pretty neat, huh? Pages 8 and 9 A broken gem, a really bad onset of Cave Rot I wish I could say it's perfectly safe and that dwarves live happily and peacefully but there are plenty of nasty things between the different Kingdoms, shuffling in underground paths.

Not every place's like Feandr. Whatever happens, a dwarf that nips Maw goodby turns back into the gem they were born from and that's about it. There's no rituals to bring back the panbread. Dwarf society can be hard if yer not a fit. Yer job and role in Dwarf society is determined by the bairngem you were born from and it don't matter much which clan you came from.

If yer born as boulder dust then you pretty much stay boulder dust. It's not bad if you like the place yer born in. You'll have the chief's protection and a biiiig family always there for you. All in all, you'll never be alone! Although, that can be a problem for some of you I hear. Ha ha! Pages 10 and 11 Some dwarves like me are less afraid to venture out in the surface world and have a bit of thirst for adventure.

Often fill in necessary roles for envoys or projects to the surface plus they do need a few of us on that side for things like trade and such. We're a lonely bunch: dwarves whose job is on or with the surface world tend to be seen differently by the rest. We don't fit in as well. A shan to be sure, but that's just how life is. A dwarf's life! Power, that was what they held here, hoarded behind the shining pillars of the temples of the Elements.

What used to be temples, I corrected myself. Page 2 Across all the Elemental Plains, there was no bastion of the Exalted as might as Ehr'Ishin, with its white walls towering over fields and distant forests, its spires reaching to the heavens.

Despite the ongoing war, word of cities falling and refugees flocking every day, there was still a semblance of normalcy. Young families browsed markets and children chased their toys between the towering pale alleys. Page 3 Yet soldiers and guards dotted every street corner, every parapet manned by the finest Exalted guards in their black striped armor. Not keeping a watch on the city, but waiting for the first sign of attack. Page 4 The second thing that hit me after the invigorating flow of mana, was the collective tension in the minds of the Exalted.

Sure, they could play at living normally, but with the flow of Exalted refugees pouring in around me, there was no question as to how the war fared. And everyone knew it. From the smallest child to the oldest guardswoman, the rolling thunderclouds of war were surely making their way to Ehr'Ishin.

Page 5 Ah, but I was here for a reason. Even as the alarms were sounded on the walls, and I was rushed forward, and the screams and pleads as the gates were closing, and I was pulled from street to back alley, as the sounds of battle engines clashing against elemental monstrosity echoed through the sky, and I was brought to the base of the great spire of Ehr'Ishin- Page 6 The great spire. Brilliantly constructed, dependent on the flow of mana to sustain its great height, it towered over all else in the city.

The center of technology and magical research. The sole reason Ehr'Ishin was still stand. Barely, from the roars and crunching of the battle outside. But standing. You'd enter and float to the desired floor, and my destination was the very top. Page 7 -even as I lifted myself skyward with my escort, reflecting on the rush of researchers and guards desperate to create the next thing that would save the war-armor, weapons, creatures, as they no doubt had been for weeks now- I sincerely hoped they would succeed, though I knew that there already was an answer.

Page 8 It was rather gaudy. They spared no expense letting anyone who saw it know that this was, indeed, the great artillery of the great spire of Ehr'Ishin. Covered in gleaming filigree and design, mostly ornamental, it was no surprise why they were struggling. Too many Celestials and you end up with the prettiest weapon that can't cut butter. Celestials budiling what came out of an Infernal's mind. Story of the Exhalted alliance right there. Page 9 But I was here to see it through.

New glyphs and runes were drawn around the artillery, connecting it to the city, the mass of mana available. Threads of mana were snapped, unwoven, and rejoined. Page 10 When the storm burst and the Elements themselves came through to crush fair Ehr'Ishin, when their flaming boulders and thunderous strikes assailed the walls and shields of the city, here because their pride demanded that they see their own word undone, the cannon was set.

There was no use praying that the weapon would work, for it was turned toward our creators. I looked down at the city in turmoil- chaotic- in the throes of battle for survival. Page 11 There would be survivors. Not here. But elsewhere in the Plains. Those that stayed low in the shadows, in the deepest caves, under the tallest trees.

And they would be free. We aimed the artillery. I completed my spell. Page 12 As I feel my threads of mana unravelling, I hear surprise, acceptance, from the Exalted around me.

This miracle weapon had a cost to win the war, and power doesn't come cheap. The people of Ehr'Islin would defend it with their lives, and push back the onslaught of the Elements. As I fade away, I just hope it will be enough. The following folk tales, song and rhymes encountered come from varying sources, some of which originate specifically from local and in the lesser known dialects of the region they were recorded in.

To the best of my ability and to attempt to preserve their lyrical and cultural integrity, I have transcribed phonetically as to do them justice Let the Reader be advised. They have previously passed through a rather particular town that had dealt occasion with an even more particular tog If there is any truth to be had in the tale of the song.

Page 3 Hey Wily Toggy Won't ye let us sleep? The Mog juice's stash'd in the barrel And the un'dead been put back to sleep, Though we mighten kno 'bout the turducken And in the morin' there might be an army! My word Wily Toggy 'Til then can't we have some peace?

Page 4 Hey Willy Toggy Enough is enough! The paint fairy's losin her hex codes, The Guardians ar wearin mops, If ye keep barkin mad like that We'll be mad 'thin the week! We'll grow a hundred tentacles and be Kathool's groupies. Page 5 Onythin but the Avatars' rest! Bark and bark all week! Page 7 The next song was told to me by a bunch of Verterochian natives who had settled in and around the Capital.

They mentioned something about remarkable cheese seller or something of the kind and apparently once a man from Verteroche that had been involved Either that or they were having fun at my expense. Page 8 It's a long way to Swordhaven Up to mighty Swordhaven came a Verteroche man one day And as the street were paved with knights, sure the puns were neigh!

Page 9 Itz a long way to Sword'aven, It ze sweetest cheese I know! Itz a long way to Sword'aven, But my cheese is right zere. Page 10 Remy wrote a letter to his Verterochian Jacqueline O.

Saying: "Should vous recieve zis letter by gryphon Send anozer back for ze cheese to go! I will send it all back promptly, And come back 'ome wis' some more! Page 11 Itz a long way to Sword'aven, Itz a long way to go. Itz a long way to Sword'aven, It ze sweetest cheese I know! Page 12 Jacqueline wrote a curt reply to Verterochian Remy O. Saying: 'I've 'ad assez wis' your cheesy nonsense! Itz time to let it go! Return 'ome at once wit's ze stuff for ze kids Or my boot will 'ave vous know!

Page 13 Poor Remy breathed a sigh, packed his bags and went But not before singing one last time, again and again: Itz a long way to Sword'aven, Itz a long way to go. Page 14 This one was rather odd I have to say. I was in a small country town seeking out new stories and hymns to collect when, seemingly out of the blue, a dragon-yes, you heard right-of all things came up to me.

Mind you, it was a baby, or toddler, my expertise in dragonology is sadly lacking here ; it seemed to beckon me into taking a piece of parchment paper it held in its mouth. I, bafflingly, snatched it from its jaws damaging part of the scroll, sadly and, as oddly as it had wandered in, it wandered right off. The world will not buckle unless we force it to! If they are going to blind my newly opened eyes, we shall reopen them wider! Quickly, head to Eolon's Electronics and bring me some 'additional supplies' so I can rewire more cameras.

Break inside and collect Various Electronics. Ah, yes. Just what I was looking for… What are you waiting for? A thank-you? Don't you have Divas to destroy? That devious Demolicious has gone to measures unbelievably low. Now she has the local patrolmen fighting for her… not that it will matter. Either way they will be dealt with. I guess the question is: Who's side do you see yourself on? You are quite the kidder…wa? You mean you took them out. Maybe you are ready for bigger fish to fry.

This war is nearing an end! I have won, her forces were never a match for DaVinci. Now that she is weakened, finish her off! Do this and I shall begin extracting the Pandorian Malachite from the statue. If you want my advice, Demolicious is just a teenager, she is probably susceptible to mental attacks.

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